All hail the scientist,
bringing us atom bombs,
parallel galaxies,
and drugs that cure nature.
All bow to his wisdom,
for he knows what made us.
Little tiny atoms
made up of lots of quarks
that all were created
by a random big bang!
So fall upon your knees,
worshipping his scribbles
laid on his green chalkboard.
While he searches for truth,
you wait for his answer,
only to discover
him driven to madness.
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I'm not sure if you mean he knows what made us, or he knows of what we are made...and I'd hardly say the particular "bang" that would have brought about the current expansion of the universe would be random.
I like the poem, and I definitely think there are things to see here...but I think it's all a bit contorted, and perhaps that's the point of the author. For example "bringing us atom bombs", the atom bomb not being what was sought, but what is a perversion of science.
From this poem, mainly the end, I see people blindly accepting what is scribbled (not writ), waiting for him to figure out the mysteries of the cosmos while he goes mad from the burden of it all.
This has been way too long, and I apologize. Nice poem! I am just being way too analytical -
thank you for sharing. I think you did an outstanding job on this poem. Another magnificent poem to your collection. This is a great poem. I love it all ... the poem, the background, the topic....it's all great. there is a depth and undertone to this that goes and flows excellently. Keep writing......you have a lot to offer. Best of wishes
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Buried, in deed
I hope it doesn't bother you, but at one point it made me laugh. Not in a condescending way, but because I soooo... got your point...or, I think i did. Let me give you my quick view/analysis...
Perhaps the speaker here, is mocking the scientist who drive themselvs "to madness" trying to figure out "what made us" when they're really only creating a more and more toxic future. They worship the "scribbles
laid on [their] green chalkboard[s]" when maybe they shouldn't (?)...should perhaps be worshiping the bible. I interpreted the "green chalkboard" to be the scientists' bible...the wrong bible (?).
Nice, overall! Good luck with the contest!
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Personally, I would like to see line breaks where the thought transposes.
I will be giving all poems full in-depth reviews next week.
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